Another school year ended. I kept telling myself that it would last forever like I do every year and again I was wrong. When this school year ended I felt the same way when Nick Lachey and Jessica Simpson broke up. I was depleted, shattered, and no longer a 98 Degrees fan.

Look into his eyes and tell me you wouldn’t trust everything he says.

I convinced myself that all of the seniors would still be here to nurture me and make sure I could make a big boy potty. When it all ended I was forced to reminisce on my sophomore year and how bananas it has been. I would love to express it in a song, a poem, or even a statue of Paula Dean made out of frozen bacon grease and butter, but I am no artist. I’m thankful for everyone who has made the soul sojourn of my soft-more year one so fantastic that it would make Mike Ditka trade mustaches with Joel Quenneville and see if their wives would notice. I’ll miss all of you Charlie Sheeniors.

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